Twisted Heat (Album Version|Explicit)-Ruff Ryders/Twista/Drag-On
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TXT Twisted Heat (Album Version|Explicit)-Ruff Ryders/Twista/Drag-On 文本歌词
Twisted Heat - Ruff Ryders
We know y'all can drink 'til you throw up
We know y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' your hood
But how many y'all KILL!!!
Bounce that a**, load them cribs,
let me see the mobbin' niggaz that wanna talk sh*t
Rowdy mother*****ers that be scummy and'll go for the money,
ready to ride when they rollin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks,
the real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro blunt,
sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with a** and no gut
let me see you jiggle it from SIDE TO SIDE
Niggaz if it's static, then pass me the strap,
gonna RIDE 'Til MY RIDE
All the hoes that'll freak niggaz, with the 'fedi,
let's get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, FALL OUT, gangstas, MOB UP
All the homies on the block, ante up on the fin,
and let's go get us a sack
Serve til we got a custom 'Llac, hustlin' packs
'til a ni**a bust, then we bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them dice and win,
Girls with the 'fits that show the skin
Real niggaz mind your best friend at the pen,
Real hoes let your best friend know about men
Cause I be squeezin' a**
and'll make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and Beanie,
while them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no ni**a in the world could see me
when I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
if you want herb we got bombs
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)
Gotta kick that sh*t for the fine *****es and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups, and ball in our hood
What do a ni**a say when he sees Drag-On And Twista (kill me)
Gangsta (Let's ride), hustla (Feel me)
By know everybody should know, that the kid spit tight,
and this kid spit fire light
And the ***** I don' *****ed like last night,
I don't give a ***** 'bout a 2 and a half mic
Cause the only motherfucfkin magazine that I read,
is when I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could digest in that one stomach,
I suggest y'all run from it
And the click-click from the calico, I gotta go,
make it pimp with a lot of hoes
I'm the same mother*****er that's countin' that dough,
cookin' that coke to a pot of gold
Cause my rainbow, is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got enough money to cop me a drop, pop enough glocks
Drag open up d**e spots and co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep up on me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on leavin' is me
And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze with me
All I rock is E-N-Y-C-E, in the NYC with the white T
All I really do is R-U,
double F, R-Y-D-E, D-R-A-G, to the dash O-N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet I leave y'all, niggaz soakin',
with your insides open
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On) (2x)
ERRRRRRR!!!!
Hold the ***** up! (Slow down!)
Drag, Twista (Listen up!)
These mother*****ers don't know what's real out here
(They damn sure don't)
This is volume 2 (volume 2)
Ni**a, so, get ignorant!
Chorus: Twista (Drag-On)
Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all +Missions Impossible+
When I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I could do
Should not've *****ed with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', huggin', shake it don't you break it
Your booty too sacred, can't take it, wanna see you *****
I done drunk a blue mother*****er, so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, sweat for the Twista, it's a stick up
This where the sh*t pick up, let me load this clip up,
just pour me some liquor
Flame-On and Twista,
let's see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty south, that's why I gotta dirty mouth
that'll burn you out
Tell your ***** I got a dick that'll turn her out,
especially when I tell her turn around
I don' hurt her now
Sh*t'll come back, and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns,
spittin' out weak sh*t, sound like me sh*t
You gon' make me pull a all nighter
Standin' infront of your crib with that gasoline and that lighter
That way we won't miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Put it on 'em!)
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